He's utterly sarcastic- aesthetically confused
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He tells me I'm bombastic I want to be his muse
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An ordinary person who peeked into his void
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Would only wake up bitter and deeply paranoid
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[Chorus]
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He's unenthusiastic. Emotionally abused
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He's thinks that it's fantastic- I'd walk ten miles in his shoes
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As I watch him disappearing. I know that it's not right
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I love him completely - At least for tonight
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Do do do....
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There's a lack of understanding a mutual malaise
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He thinks I'm reprimanding with my uncertain gaze
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Though -I can't conceal my feelings ...Like he can't purge his
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Pain
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Cause once he sees a mirror.... logic goes down the drain
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He's unenthusiastic. Emotionally abused
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He's thinks that it's fantastic I'd walk ten miles in his shoes
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As I watch him disappearing. I know that it's not right
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I love him completely - At least for tonight
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There's a roughness to our romance- A sadness to his step
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And though he won't admit it... I know he's often wept
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Perhaps it's just frustration, at stars he'll never reach
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Reflecting his self image.... Bleeding poetry in the sheets
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He's unenthusiastic. Emotionally abused
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If I wrap him up in plastic, I'll save the part he'll never use
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I watch him disappearing. I try to hold on tight
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Can't love him completely - At least not tonight
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Manorexic
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| Scarling |
